The Dillon tribune., 1887-10-28

AeCessdtS, " make YOU mine -
ohe trelnbled at his yehemeuce and
crepC closer to him. She looked 1,p in his
tated "sl>
Mark she said in her soft. low v,;l.n A'N'
He put his hand under his ,.,,in and
said almost roughly:
"Do you love me, Helen, ,n,;vvar ,,or.
II do, MarkI'
Ho drew her closely to hi1:, ara pressed
hot kisses OF, her lips.
They were married in Aup,,st.
1Ac wedding WIS ~ quiet one, for Helen
had few intimate friends. Mark was frar,
distant state and had no relatives. There
was short wedding "trip, aud then they
returned to live with the professor. He
had insisted upon that.
Ihree months passed. They had been
months Of entire and complete happiness
70 Helen. :,.:a loved and she was beloved
"a more perfect marriage had never been
eoieii'alzed-liey were co,nlerparts, 1.-TWO
oelngs that differ i'll order to correspond
Helen loved with the intensity with which
one of her deep nature must always love
ana her love was all the stronger and
deeper for having come so late. And Mark
loved with the depth and passion Of /,
strong, passionate man.
IL was November. and the leaves were
railing, the sky was gray and the wind
gusty. Helen and Mark were in the gar
den.
''1ou will come back at the end Of three
days, Mark?'
Eyes, my darling; it will seem like
three ccnt.lries until see you again"
She put her arms about his neck and
clung to him as il she could never let
him go.
''rhis is our first parting, Mark. and it
must be the last. You must not leay. me
again 1t is so hard to let you go.'
1T Is so hard to 60, lIelen.'
He took her in his arms and kissed her
passionately, on lip, and check, and brow,
and then no put her gently from hin, and
went away, leaving her among the falling
leaves III the wind swept garden. Helen
watched him till he WIS out of sight, and
then as she turned sadly away and went
into the house, her fearful eyes rested for
an instant on the vine draped wall Of the
unused wing, and again that unaccount-
able treE1or passed over her
Toward evening of the next tay q letter
came for Mark. Helen held it in her
hand.
HE said might open any letter that
came" she said and smiled
The address was written in y youthful
hand, and Helen kissed the name that
was so dear to her. Slowly, and still
smiling, she broke the seal and took out
the letter, written in the same childish
hand. It ran us follows:
"DEAR PApA-When are you coming
home: | miss you very much. Willie
has got the whooping cough, and so have
l. Mamma says you ito not want to come
home, but think you do. Mamma says
she does not send her love, but Willie and
I do, and Il kiss, too. Goo<lby. From
your loving daughter, ALICE"
Helen read it through from beginning
to end with stony eyes and a pale face.
address again, and then burst into loud,
harsh laughter. She heard step, and
hid the letter in her pocket
Always, afterward, they remembered
Helen's strange actions during the re-
naming two days Of Marks absence. She
was restless, excited and nervous, and
laughed often in that loud, harsh way.
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When Mark came Helen met him in the
garden, where they had parted. She was
deadly pale, and her eyes glittered
strangely. She handed him the letter
without a word. He turned pale when he
saw tho address, and looked at Helen.
"Read it!'' ahe commanded, stamping
her foot.
The dead leaves fell roiselcssly, the
gray clouds drifted across the blue sky
and the autumn wind blew fitfully while
Mark read his daughters letter. When
he had finished his face was gray and old,
and once more he looked at Helen.
Again she laughed that wild, strange
laughter. She had become ravinS
maniac.
Her mothers inflrMity had fallen upon
her, and the unused wing would have an
other tenant.-Alice Palfrey in Frank
I.eslics.